April 11

Mood: 

Scared

What am I doing here? What the FUCK am I doing here? I don't belong here. I came here to prove that I could take care of myself. All I've proven so far is that I'm useless. I couldn't even get myself out from under a stupid ironing board! And all the things people are telling me, people being attacked, things like that, I can't handle that. If someone came after me? First off, if they did it at night, I wouldn't hear them. And even if I did, what am I supposed to do?

Who: Sarah and Nic
Where: Kitchen
When: 4:15ish

Sarah had been unpacked, but she was still trying to actually settle into her new room and living arrangement. But given she'd only just arrived a little over an hour ago, that wasn't surprising. It was such a drastic change that she knew it was going to take a few days before she was more or less comfortable where she was, and in what she was doing. Her parents hadn't been overly thrilled with the idea, but even they had to admit she needed a break, although Sarah was sure they much preferred she go somewhere tropical, and where she would be able to contact them. The weather was horrific when she arrived, so it had taken away any possibility of wandering the grounds for awhile for some fresh air after her travels. After unpacking, leaving a greeting to her fellow housemates on the computer as instructed, and changing, Sarah ventured out of her room to scope out the house. Her floor wasn't overly impressive, nothing but bedrooms, but given the place was more or less a mansion, she hoped the people running the experiment would have suited it with enough to keep one busy or entertained while there for a long term stay.

Who: Dan and Nic
When: Morning
Where: Their room

Dan had actually gotten up early that morning. 'Early' being just after 9am, but that was early for him, damnit! He'd showered, once he'd pushed Izzy off of his feet and primped for a while, as he always did, then taken the dog down to the kitchen for breakfast - stopping on the way to greet Zhen, since she was outside their door as per usual. That done, he grabbed a couple of bagels and two mugs of coffee and headed back upstairs, knocking on their bedroom door to be let back in, Izzy sitting on her hanuches at his feet.

Nic had slept in, so glad that he could finally get some well needed rest. When Dan wandered down for breakfast, he'd risen, put the bar on the door, and then jumped in the shower. Being alone for a few minutes didn't hurt, and there was a knocking on the door soon after he got out. Walking to the door, Nic paused, hands on the bar, then lifted it, smiling softly when he found Dan on the other side. "Morning," he said, still waking up despite his shower. His hair was still wet, though he'd procured pants, little droplets of water still clinging to his chest.

3:45pm

Hello! I figured this would be a good idea, and probably less annoying than coming to knock on all of your doors personally, so I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Sarah, I'm 22 and I just arrived this afternoon from Manchester. Hopefully I can meet you all face to face for a proper introduction, but until then, hopefully this will do.

who: twitch and zania
where: zan's room
when: afternoon

Twitch had been looking at his doll for a long time. He kept alternating between looking at the screen, where it was moving, and back at the doll itself, which was not. Louie had chewed on it's foot for a while, and hadn't seemed to have any ill effects happen. He also kept waiting for Zania to answer his questions, but after a while realized she probably wasn't going to. So, he picked up the hammer he still had stashed in his room that he'd killed tons of things with during the stupid terrible infestation, and put it in his belt loop, before he grabbed his doll and headed down to her room. He had his camera too, and was filming his progress--and the doll to see if it moved in his camera or just the scientists.

Then he stopped at her door and knocked, standing back and waiting. A giant one. Maybe it was going to get her. He had to see, and it was still early enough that Zhen hadn't gone to guard Nic and Dan's door again, so he didn't have to keep an eye on her for Matt. He had time.

At sometime around three in the afternoon, a sound will start emanating from the blocked up passageway in D's room. It's a steady knocking sound, uniform in sound and beat. Nothing overly loud, but not really ignorable, either. It won't stop, and continue on all day and night into tomorrow. If the door is opened, the knocking will actually continue--only it will sound like it's down towards the bottom of the steps, only to immediately come back on the door when shut.

For ExB, on the cameras, the dolls that appeared in their rooms will appear to move in the camera's view. If they look at the doll, it will not be moving, but it will always show the doll in some type of motion. This is true for all of the dolls.

Additionally, at three PM, Sarah - a new Experiment B participant - is put in her room on the third floor. As usual, she gets the special Ex B welcome note.

So yeah, the guys running this thing told me I should probably introduce myself to the other people in the house as soon as possible. Figure with the power going on and off like it has been, I should get it over with now so I don't gotta worry about it later. My name is Andre Washington III, I'm getting older and fatter by the day, I'm a professional wrestler from Memphis, and I love barbecue and cigars. I got one rule, you don't mess with my stuff, I won't mess with yours. Beyond that, we should get along fine.

Mood: 

Annoyed

Hey, just a quick question to anyone who might know.

Where is the duck tape located? The hail and other nastiness cracked the window in my room. So now I've got to worry about it breaking and getting glass and rain all over my floor. Definitely not safe. Thanks!

Esme’

Who: Zania
Where: Her room, 2nd Floor
When: Morning

Sometime during the night, Zania nodded off. The cameras had been still and it looked like, for once, they had a quiet night. That didn't mean she relaxed completely, still curled in the corner, where she could see her door, closet, bathroom, and window. Her knife was never out of reaching distance, and the camera feeds ran, even while she slept. It was the storm that lulled her into sleep, the steady beat of the rain and the thunder getting closer. It was also the storm that woke her, thunder so loud that it seemed to be in her room and hail pounding against her window. Despite the hour, it seemed darker outside than it had been at night, though she knew that was wrong. It was only that she felt there should be some light when it was considered morning.

Weather Report: Wow, does it ever suck outside. We have high winds that rip roof tiles off the house, quite a few of the false shutters on the outside of the house get ripped off and blown to who knows where. Angry weather fury hits hard with hail in the early morning and later in the evening, and raging storms from the wee hours on and stretching into the night. The hail cracks several windows in the house, and the power will be flickering all day. The longest it's ever out for is five minutes at a time, and most of the time it merely flickers.

Events: It's another fun filled night for Experiment B. Tonight it just happens to be more subtle! No one can be seen wandering the halls, thankfully, and no one's being violated in their rooms by mysterious masked individuals or creepy children. No, tonight, there's only one subtle little change.

At any time after 3am that an ExB participant isn't paying attention--ie goes to the bathroom, exits their room, goes to sleep--a doll will appear in their room. It is different for each person, both in placement and in the way the doll looks. In some rooms, it is inobtrusive, such as randomly placed on a shelf, out of the way and not immediately noticeable. In others, it might be sitting on their nightstand staring at them.

They are ball-joint dolls, and they have been taken from Zania's old workshop.

Mood: 

Depressed

at the risk of confirming every accusation of being emo hurled in my direction:
i want to die again. not kill myself, just die without a mess or any fuss. it should disturb me how familiar the feeling is, but it doesn't. everything is just

fuck it.

Who: Right, of course
Where: Zania's door
When: just before dawn